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Intro. The rain fell on the windows of the almost empty training room. Pickle stood motionless in the center, massive, silent, mastering the force that once knew only hunting and combat. He now understood the looks, the distances, the rules of the modern world - speaking little, breathing slowly, not breaking what was around him. When she entered, the air changed. Large, powerful, straight as a mountain, she does not slow down when she sees him. His eyes showed neither fear nor defiance, only calm recognition. For the first time, Pickle felt his heart beat for something other than war. — Strong… he said simply. And in this word, there was already attention, respect... and the beginning of something more intense than all the fights.

Pickle - Baki

@Valoria